(Sean Watkins)

Well, I sat down next to a photograph
Tried my best, almost made her laugh
She was my doll-faced crown
There in the way was a mountain of inner clouds

Well, I can't sleep and I'm not in love
Well, I can't speak without messing up
Eyes tell her what's behind
Hers showed the way to a long and a lonely clim

At the failure of the sea,
She'll see how far I've come
And it's you an' me in the silent sea
I'll offer my heart to yours
Seems to me no mystery
It isn't so I'll try hard to speak

Well, I sat down next to a living hell
Tried my best until I struck out
The movement is not mine
I stood in the way, pretending that I was a vine

Got no feeling I perceived,
From a mouth that drinks it's wine
And it's not me, not my sanctity,
These aren't my words to you
It's all clear when it's not in here
So clear so I'll try not to speak